And come tell me Sean O'Farrell tell me why you hurry soHusha buachaill hush and listen and his cheeks were all a glowI bear orders from the captain get you ready quick and soonFor the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon

At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moonFor the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon

And come tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gathering is to beAt the old spot by the river quite well known to you and meOne more word for signal token whistle out the marching tuneWith your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon

At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moonWith your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon

Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the nightMany a manly heart was beating for the blessed warning lightMurmurs rang along the valley to the banshees lonely croonAnd a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moonAnd a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

All along that singing river that black mass of men was seenHigh above their shining weapons flew their own beloved greenDeath to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tuneAnd hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon

'tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moonAnd hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon